Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya know I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

this application of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, your prayer
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You just got caught a for goin' out of
An' now you're servin' football their water
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us
To make all the ladies
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's just the way the story